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I just gave you a teenage freedom fighter with tinkerbell wings and the Melvins. What more do you want?

How about the time when I was waiting for Thanksgiving dinner one day, skateboarding outside (on my totally badass Jodie Foster themed skateboard) and some older guy came by. Out of nowhere, he started grilling me, asking 20 questions about my life story. I didn't know better and kind of obliged him. I then got bored of that, and walked to my front porch.. he didn't seem to get the message. He kept sticking around. I finally turned towards the door and said I was going in, and then he tried spinning me around, and I saw these huge lips trying to kiss me. I rocked him with all I had. He was bigger than me, but that was the first solid punch I ever landed on someone's face. Then, I noticed my (totally badass, homemade) thundercats sword lying by the door - and I backed him off with that too (no, I didn't say "THUNDDDER!!" but that would have been badass). "Bitch!", he says, grabbing his jaw.. walking off like the true bitch, getting his ass kicked by a little kid. And that was that. I walked in and ate some turkey.

I dunno. Why should I trust the badassery opinion of a woman with an avatar of a kitty cat in a lobster suit?

"Hey Capa -- We're only stardust." ~ "Sunshine"

“Pleasure to me is wonder—the unexplored, the unexpected, the thing that is hidden and the changeless thing that lurks behind superficial mutability. To trace the remote in the immediate; the eternal in the ephemeral; the past in the present; the infinite in the finite; these are to me the springs of delight and beauty.” ~ H.P. Lovecraft